Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Moldova and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Toasters to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Cluster,
The Golliwogs,
Fluxion,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Schoolly D,
Joe Finger,
Black Flag,
The Buckinghams,
Lyres,
Alice Coltrane,
Erasure,
Howard Jones,
Fela Kuti,
Severed Heads,
The Five Americans,
Fugazi,
Gabor Szabo,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mojo Men,
a-ha,
The Cosmic Jokers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Subhumans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Arthur Verocai,
Spoonie Gee,
In Retrospect,
Gong,
Shuggie Otis,
Royal Trux,
The American Breed,
Janne Schatter,
The Music Machine,
The Busters,
Au Pairs,
Roxette,
David Bowie,
Masters at Work,
Little Man,
B.T. Express,
Silicon Teens,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
LL Cool J,
Intrusion,
The Zeros,
The Selecter,
the Normal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dirtbombs,
Don Cherry,
Reuben Wilson,
Eric Copeland,
John Coltrane,
cv313,
U.S. Maple,
Alphaville,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.